| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - Tick TockI have shivered in the warmest days, and sat on the verge of tears of varied names,While staring over the void between restless nights, where my sleeping eyes beheld the nightmares of which I am ashamed to give credit to my own mind, the stories of horrid tales without purpose other than fear.I am hardly journeyed yet already lost within myself like a wandering spirit inside the desolate
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